synopsis. deadpool!gojo pushes you till you break (him)
content warnings. semi-proofread, fem!reader, gojo’s annoying, blowjobs in an alley, oral f!receiving, car sex, hate-fucking(?), she hates him and he loves that, cumming early, dirty talk, cowgirl, gojo whines gojo whimpers gojo cums, seriously he cums a concerning amount of times, overstimming gojo, dumbification (him), lots of male crying, he calls reader mommy, threats of murder/killing, descriptions of intended violence
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Deadpool!Gojo is the bane of your existence, constantly annoying you with his smartass jabs, perverted comments, and terrible jokes.
Deadpool!Gojo hears the words “Fuck off, Gojo” at least 7 times daily from any given person, especially you.
Deadpool!Gojo turns off Infinity around you. He wants to feel your touch even if it’s just a shoulder graze or a punch to the face (the latter is a daily occurrence).
Deadpool!Gojo punches the air in triumph when he finds out he’s been assigned a mission with you, sprinting through the halls of the X Mansion straight to your room and bursting in.
“Heyyyyy, partner,” he sings as he skips into the room and over to your bed, flopping down on it like a child, “Ready to fuck up some bad guys?”
You groan, like you’d been doing a lot that day, ever since you found out the Infinity-wielding pain in the ass would be your mission partner. “Just my luck. Fuck me,” you mutter, packing your gear.
Lying on his stomach, he props his face in his palms, feet kicking in the air, “Oh, trust me, pumpkin. I’ve been trying. But let’s save that for after the mission, hm?” Even through his mask, you could practically hear his annoying smirk.
“Although since you brought it up,” he continues, not letting your clear disinterest deter him, “Maybe we could sneak in a quickie before the ball-busting begins? Pre-fight sex helps me focus. Specifically, doggystyle— backshots are great for an ass-kicking mindset. Cleanses the soul. Realigns the chakras n’ all that good shit. It’s science. Look it up. P-O-R-N-H-U—”
You shoot him a venomous glare that screamed, “Shut. Up.”
He immediately holds up his hands in mock surrender, chuckling sheepishly, “Or don’t. You’re right, saving it for after is smarter. Sort of a celebratory homecoming. Speaking of cumming—“
Your fist cuts that comment short, meeting his face with a satisfying crack!
Deadpool!Gojo stares unabashedly at your ass while scaling the side of a building, even throwing in an “awooga,” much to your disgust.
Deadpool!Gojo doesn’t let a time-sensitive situation like you defusing a bomb stop his sardonic commentary.
The room is silent, save for the periodic beeping of the contraption in front of you. You sit hunched over the deadly-looking device, sweat creeping on your brow, trembling fingers clutching the wire-cutter, “Red or blue?”
The white-haired mercenary lounges nearby, doing nothing to help, “You ever think about how turtles could be doing more for this country?”
“Red or blue wire, Gojo.”
“I mean, they come with their own armor! But those weird little fuckers just choose to chill in a lake all day.”
“I swear to god—“
“Imagine the damage you could do if you chucked one of ‘em at the enemy’s head, shell first.”
You grit your teeth, “They’d die. Just tell me the color.”
“The enemy or the turtle?” He shrugs, “Eh, doesn’t matter. Point is, we underestimate those green snails. Didn’t one of them paint the Sixteenth Chapel?”
“It’s Sistine, and that was Michelangelo.”
“Exactly.”
Your jaw muscles tense with barely-restrained frustration. You open your mouth to retort before you decided the device, whose timer had jumped from three minutes to one, needed your attention more.
“Here, let me help—“ he starts.
“You can help by shutting the fuck up.“
“Ooh, someone’s cranky. Is it the bomb? It’s the bomb, isn’t it?”
“It’s you, actually,” you hiss, jittery hands held over the red wire.
He throws a hand over his chest and mock-gasps, “I resent that! I’m plenty helpful—”
You whip around, grabbing his collar and slamming him into the nearby wall, the wire-cutter now hovering dangerously over his crotch. You let it close slightly, the metal jaws just barely touching him, eliciting a low moan from him— half from pain, half from something else.
A low, menacing growl leaves your mouth, tone dripping with threat, “One more word and you lose a testicle.”
“…hot.”
And then you punched him in the face again.
(You do end up defusing the bomb, with seconds to spare at that, no thanks to him.)
Deadpool!Gojo compromises your stealth when he leans against a very obvious “CALL SECURITY” button.
Alarms blare, red lights flash, and within seconds, a swarm of armed men flood the room.
He rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish look, “Oops…? Hehe.”
Fucking idiot. You contemplate feeding him to the enemy.
Deadpool!Gojo relies on his katanas and martial arts more than Infinity or other powers in battle—purely to impress you. He swings dramatically, flips unnecessarily, flexing his “raw skills.” It’s like he’s performing rather than fighting.
Mid-battle, covered in blood (not his), he frantically waved at you, “Y/N! Did ya see the finishing move I pulled on that guy? Fuckin’ sick, huh?!”
You do not respond. He pouts.
Deadpool!Gojo wolf-whistles when he sees you nail a villain with a kick to the nuts.
“Ngh- oh yeah, me next.” he likes CBT for sure
You nearly drop your weapon, “What in the fuck—“
Deadpool!Gojo takes the time for a dance break, mid-fight.
“I’m Every Woman” blares through the speaker system— when the hell did he get control of the comms— as he full-on belts the song, complete with hair flips and hip swings. (songs also on that playlist: tell it to my heart by t. dayne, wannabe by spice girls, 10 minutes by lee hyori, baby one more time by b. spears, love don’t cost a thing by j. lopez)
You seethe, yelling from a far corner as you take down another guard, “GOJO, TURN THAT SHIT OFF OR SO HELP ME, I WILL RIP OFF YOUR DICK AND FEED IT TO YOU!”
He loudly moans from under his mask, “Hngh- oh yeah, keep talking about my dick, babe— I’m nearly there—”
Deadpool!Gojo is smug as hell after knocking out a final thug that had you in a headlock.
He drawls, self-satisfied, and points finger guns at you, “You’re welcome. I’ll take my thank you blowjob now.” To which you give him a murderous scowl.
Deadpool!Gojo makes it so you both have to abort the mission to escape. Turns out pressing a “CALL SECURITY” button brings, well, security. A fuck ton of it.
“If we survive this… pant… I’m strangling you with your own mask,” you snarled, sprinting alongside him, dodging bullets and hellfire.
“Aw, babe, you’re so cute when you wanna kill me,” he pulls up his mask to flash you a grin.
You punch him a third time, mid-run.
At Sister Margaret’s, Deadpool!Gojo watches you dejectedly explain to the team how you fled enemy territory empty-handed.
Deadpool!Gojo then pulls the very item you were after out of nowhere, revealing dramatically that he’d pocketed it when you were busy fighting. (vague ass mission, pretend “item” is sumn important pls)
He doesn’t miss your fuming face in the crowd— but pretends to.
Should he have said something to spare you the frustration? Probably.
Was his way more fun? Definitely.
Deadpool!Gojo has an innocent look but is internally giggling he’s dragged him by the collar to the alley behind the bar.
“Woah, easy with the threads, sugarplum. This stuff’s custom-made.”
“You absolute pain in my ass,” you growl, yanking his mask off to reveal his annoyingly attractive face.
His piercing blues glinted with mischief, a smirk playing at his lips, “Oh, sweetheart. if you wanted me in your ass, you could’ve just asked—“
“You had the artifact THE WHOLE TIME?!”
“Oh! Great twist, right? Did you see their faces? They were all ‘omg gojo! gojo’s so smart and cool, we love him! he deserves several blowjobs as thank you! and I volunteer to be first! no, I volunteer. no I voluntee—‘“
“SHUT. UP! You made me think we FAILED, asshole! You humiliated me in front of everyone, you insufferable, selfish, reckless, piece of—“
“Oh sweet, I love a good hate-fuck prelude.”
You surge forward, crashing your lips against his, effectively silencing whatever bullshit would leave his mouth next.
Deadpool!Gojo is speechless when he suddenly finds you on your knees, his cock halfway down your throat, and has to physically fight from cumming too quickly—your loud, wet sucks and gags not helping the fight at all.
Deadpool!Gojo has extreeemely sensitive balls and is a congenital yapper. Not a good combo for when the person sucking his dick is also someone who thinks of ripping out his larynx every time he opens his mouth.
He groans, letting his head fall back against the brick wall, fingers fisting in your hair for support. True to his nature, he tries and fails to keep composure with sarcastic quips, “Ah, there’s my thank you blowjob. Cuz’ I was beginning to wonder— ngh!”
He doubles over with a choked gasp, his cock jerking in your mouth when he feels your teeth graze the sensitive vein along the underside—deliberate and warning. The message in your eyes was crystal clear: Shut up or I will bite.
And he wisely obliged. For about ten seconds before—
“If you’re hah- trying to get me to ngh- apologize for the mission, you sure picked a hnghh- h-hell of a way, babe. s-shit- i did technically save your ass, y’know- oh wait no- not the balls- they’re sensitive- seriously, anything but the balls- wait wait *don’t—* fuck! shit! fuckshitfuckshitfuuuuuuckkkkk!”
He spills down your throat embarrassingly fast, his chest heaving, throat catching on a half-choked moan, “Ah- hah- t-t-told you- *cough*—“
But it’s fine because the sight of you gulping down every drop of his cum has him immediately hard again.
Deadpool!Gojo eats you out like a man starved— on his knees in the back of your Honda Odyssey, of all places.
Not that he’s complaining. He’s quite happy to be suffocating between your thighs, his nose buried deep in your pussy folds, licking and slurping like it’s his last meal. (mf the type to go “nom nom” or “gobble gobble” or sum shit while eating kitty)
The most pathetic whimpers and mewls leave him as he *aches* to touch his cock, which is dripping leaky faucet, globules of precum bubbling at the tip, but he can’t— courtesy of you tying his hands behind his back.
He’s also a messy eater, slobbering and drooling all over your clit like a rabid animal. At one point, he tries to motorboat your pussy, the man is unhinged.
And somehow, even with a mouth full of pussy, he’s still.
fucking.
talking.
“Mmh- fuck you taste so sweet- *lick* pussy’s so delicious- *suck* could eat you all night- mmmh- shit you gettin’ close? yeah yeah cum for me, baby- cum on my tongue, pretty please? squirt all over my face with this pretty lil cunny- mmh pleas—“
You cringe. Christ, his dirty talk sucks. You’ll have to fix that for next time—
Next time? Why the hell were you thinking of a next time?
On the brink of orgasm, you tighten your grip in his hair, yanking hard enough to make him groan, “God- ngh- do you ever stop talking?”
In frustration, you forcefully buck into his mouth, hoping to shut him up. Jokes on you though. That just made him cum.
Hands-free.
Just from eating you out.
He shudders, a choked moan ripping from his throat as hot, thick ropes of cum shoot out onto the backseat carpet.
He doesn’t let up, however, making sure to take you over the edge with him, tongue-fucking you through your high and his own. Your gasps and moans are sweet music to his ears, your clit pulsing against his tongue as you drench his face.
And still, he doesn’t stop. He slurps up your juices, his tongue invading every crevice of your cunt, greedy for every last saccharine drop.
God, he fucking loves your pussy.
Deadpool!Gojo cries and whines like a bitch while you ride him into oblivion.
His blue eyes are locked onto your bouncing tits, pupils blown wide in awe. He’s drooling, hands roaming aimlessly—gripping your love handles, palming your ass, cupping your breasts—unable to decide where to settle.
God, he wishes he had more hands.
Your pussy is heaven to him. Hot, wet walls squeeze his cock like they were made to ruin him. It’s so good, so unbelievably good, his vision blurs with tears.
You’re so fucking beautiful.
So so so beautiful…
THWOP!
And so fucking cruel.
THWOP!
You slam down on his cock with a cruel force, the skin of your ass slapping against his thighs.
THWOP! THWOP!
The lewd schlick-schlick’s of your pussy swallowing him echoes in his ears, mingling with his breathless, broken moans.
He’d be well past his fifth orgasm by now—if you weren’t such a sadistic, heartless bitch who hates happiness.
…his words.
Because for the past hour or so, you’ve been fucking him like his dick owes you money, always stopping right as he’s about to cum.
Like right now.
You hover over his swollen tip, eyeing him smugly. He’s a mess. Flushed cheeks, damp lashes, glassy azure eyes pleading up at you.
Oh, but the real sight is what’s below— his cock twitches desperately, every individual vein begging for friction. His balls? Overloaded. Heavy. Drawn tight. Concerningly big. How the fuck he still have cum left to give?
Gojo swears you hold his life in your hands. If you didn’t let him cum right now, he’s pretty sure he’ll die.
Pride shattered and dignity obliterated, he wails, voice cracking, “Hnghhh- fuck- OKAY! ALRIGHT! I’M SORRY! I’m sorry about the artifact! I thought you’d think it was cool—I was wrong! I’m sorry for humiliating you, I’m sorry I’m a dumb fucking cock-for-brains idiot who only thinks with his dick— IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMFUCKINGSORRYYYY!!!”
His hips desperately rut upward, chasing the last bit of movement he needs to finally, finally cum. “Now please! Let me cum! I need to cum! I NEED TO CUM! PLEASE LET ME CUM! PLEASE, MOMMYYYY!”
You paused.
…did he just say Mommy?
Oh, he is gone.
You mentally file this moment away— prime blackmail material for the next time he gets smart with you.
For now, you’re content. You got what you wanted: an apology from the Merc with a Mouth and the pleasure of watching him fall apart.
A Cheshire grin curling your lips, you give a single, permitting nod—then slam down onto his cock, hard.
Gojo damn near ascends.
Deadpool!Gojo moans like a girl when he cums in the loudest, sluttiest, most pornographic way.
His eyes roll back, mouth falling open. His entire body convulses, back arching off the car seat, muscles locking up as the orgasm annihilates him.
He cums harder than he ever had, the air ripping from his lungs as he shoots his creamiest load yet. His cock pulses with every desperate burst of sticky, gooey seed—your gummy pink walls now sprayed white. His abs flex violently, spent, while your greedy pussy yanks him deeper, intent on milking him dry.
And then, the worst thing happens.
You keep moving.
Deadpool!Gojo pleads with you to stop fucking him, fully sobbing through the overstimulation.
It’s too much. His nerves are fried, he’s slowly going stupid. Hell, he just might be already. His cock is helplessly quivering inside you and his whole body’s shaking. Pearly tears slip down his cheeks as he begs you to stop moving on his cock.
He chokes on a sob before his cock pitifully spurts out another empty load.
Having had your fill of his miserable begging, you generously oblige. You dismount, lazily glancing back at the wonderful mess you made.
Deadpool!Gojo is left ruined, utterly destroyed after you’re done with him.
His head lolls to the side, tongue hanging out, drooling as he stares at nothing. His limbs shudder weakly, his cock now soft and limp, still giving the occasional pathetic shiver.
A stupid, cum-drunk grin stretches across his face as he meaninglessly babbles like an idiot, “c-cum… c-came… s’ m-much… ah… can’t f-feel my d-dick… love it… t-thank you…“
Gone is the bravado of the cocky, sharp-mouthed antihero.
Lying there, wrecked beneath you, is *your* broken little bitch—Satoru Gojo aka Deadpool.
a/n. women bullying men during sex>>> originally wrote this with hawks from mha in mind then realized he n gojo are the same person in different fonts. it was tough writing this tbh cuz i had to balance both personalities. i still think he ended up more gojo than dp anyway sighhh. i hope people like it and if you don’t, that’s ok but please be kind :)
synopsis. deadpool!gojo pushes you till you break (him)
content warnings. semi-proofread, fem!reader, gojo’s annoying, blowjobs in an alley, oral f!receiving, car sex, hate-fucking(?), she hates him and he loves that, cumming early, dirty talk, cowgirl, gojo whines gojo whimpers gojo cums, seriously he cums a concerning amount of times, overstimming gojo, dumbification (him), lots of male crying, he calls reader mommy, threats of murder/killing, descriptions of intended violence
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Deadpool!Gojo is the bane of your existence, constantly annoying you with his smartass jabs, perverted comments, and terrible jokes.
Deadpool!Gojo hears the words “Fuck off, Gojo” at least 7 times daily from any given person, especially you.
Deadpool!Gojo turns off Infinity around you. He wants to feel your touch even if it’s just a shoulder graze or a punch to the face (the latter is a daily occurrence).
Deadpool!Gojo punches the air in triumph when he finds out he’s been assigned a mission with you, sprinting through the halls of the X Mansion straight to your room and bursting in.
“Heyyyyy, partner,” he sings as he skips into the room and over to your bed, flopping down on it like a child, “Ready to fuck up some bad guys?”
You groan, like you’d been doing a lot that day, ever since you found out the Infinity-wielding pain in the ass would be your mission partner. “Just my luck. Fuck me,” you mutter, packing your gear.
Lying on his stomach, he props his face in his palms, feet kicking in the air, “Oh, trust me, pumpkin. I’ve been trying. But let’s save that for after the mission, hm?” Even through his mask, you could practically hear his annoying smirk.
“Although since you brought it up,” he continues, not letting your clear disinterest deter him, “Maybe we could sneak in a quickie before the ball-busting begins? Pre-fight sex helps me focus. Specifically, doggystyle— backshots are great for an ass-kicking mindset. Cleanses the soul. Realigns the chakras n’ all that good shit. It’s science. Look it up. P-O-R-N-H-U—”
You shoot him a venomous glare that screamed, “Shut. Up.”
He immediately holds up his hands in mock surrender, chuckling sheepishly, “Or don’t. You’re right, saving it for after is smarter. Sort of a celebratory homecoming. Speaking of cumming—“
Your fist cuts that comment short, meeting his face with a satisfying crack!
Deadpool!Gojo stares unabashedly at your ass while scaling the side of a building, even throwing in an “awooga,” much to your disgust.
Deadpool!Gojo doesn’t let a time-sensitive situation like you defusing a bomb stop his sardonic commentary.
The room is silent, save for the periodic beeping of the contraption in front of you. You sit hunched over the deadly-looking device, sweat creeping on your brow, trembling fingers clutching the wire-cutter, “Red or blue?”
The white-haired mercenary lounges nearby, doing nothing to help, “You ever think about how turtles could be doing more for this country?”
“Red or blue wire, Gojo.”
“I mean, they come with their own armor! But those weird little fuckers just choose to chill in a lake all day.”
“I swear to god—“
“Imagine the damage you could do if you chucked one of ‘em at the enemy’s head, shell first.”
You grit your teeth, “They’d die. Just tell me the color.”
“The enemy or the turtle?” He shrugs, “Eh, doesn’t matter. Point is, we underestimate those green snails. Didn’t one of them paint the Sixteenth Chapel?”
“It’s Sistine, and that was Michelangelo.”
“Exactly.”
Your jaw muscles tense with barely-restrained frustration. You open your mouth to retort before you decided the device, whose timer had jumped from three minutes to one, needed your attention more.
“Here, let me help—“ he starts.
“You can help by shutting the fuck up.“
“Ooh, someone’s cranky. Is it the bomb? It’s the bomb, isn’t it?”
“It’s you, actually,” you hiss, jittery hands held over the red wire.
He throws a hand over his chest and mock-gasps, “I resent that! I’m plenty helpful—”
You whip around, grabbing his collar and slamming him into the nearby wall, the wire-cutter now hovering dangerously over his crotch. You let it close slightly, the metal jaws just barely touching him, eliciting a low moan from him— half from pain, half from something else.
A low, menacing growl leaves your mouth, tone dripping with threat, “One more word and you lose a testicle.”
“…hot.”
And then you punched him in the face again.
(You do end up defusing the bomb, with seconds to spare at that, no thanks to him.)
Deadpool!Gojo compromises your stealth when he leans against a very obvious “CALL SECURITY” button.
Alarms blare, red lights flash, and within seconds, a swarm of armed men flood the room.
He rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish look, “Oops…? Hehe.”
Fucking idiot. You contemplate feeding him to the enemy.
Deadpool!Gojo relies on his katanas and martial arts more than Infinity or other powers in battle—purely to impress you. He swings dramatically, flips unnecessarily, flexing his “raw skills.” It’s like he’s performing rather than fighting.
Mid-battle, covered in blood (not his), he frantically waved at you, “Y/N! Did ya see the finishing move I pulled on that guy? Fuckin’ sick, huh?!”
You do not respond. He pouts.
Deadpool!Gojo wolf-whistles when he sees you nail a villain with a kick to the nuts.
“Ngh- oh yeah, me next.” he likes CBT for sure
You nearly drop your weapon, “What in the fuck—“
Deadpool!Gojo takes the time for a dance break, mid-fight.
“I’m Every Woman” blares through the speaker system— when the hell did he get control of the comms— as he full-on belts the song, complete with hair flips and hip swings. (songs also on that playlist: tell it to my heart by t. dayne, wannabe by spice girls, 10 minutes by lee hyori, baby one more time by b. spears, love don’t cost a thing by j. lopez)
You seethe, yelling from a far corner as you take down another guard, “GOJO, TURN THAT SHIT OFF OR SO HELP ME, I WILL RIP OFF YOUR DICK AND FEED IT TO YOU!”
He loudly moans from under his mask, “Hngh- oh yeah, keep talking about my dick, babe— I’m nearly there—”
Deadpool!Gojo is smug as hell after knocking out a final thug that had you in a headlock.
He drawls, self-satisfied, and points finger guns at you, “You’re welcome. I’ll take my thank you blowjob now.” To which you give him a murderous scowl.
Deadpool!Gojo makes it so you both have to abort the mission to escape. Turns out pressing a “CALL SECURITY” button brings, well, security. A fuck ton of it.
“If we survive this… pant… I’m strangling you with your own mask,” you snarled, sprinting alongside him, dodging bullets and hellfire.
“Aw, babe, you’re so cute when you wanna kill me,” he pulls up his mask to flash you a grin.
You punch him a third time, mid-run.
At Sister Margaret’s, Deadpool!Gojo watches you dejectedly explain to the team how you fled enemy territory empty-handed.
Deadpool!Gojo then pulls the very item you were after out of nowhere, revealing dramatically that he’d pocketed it when you were busy fighting. (vague ass mission, pretend “item” is sumn important pls)
He doesn’t miss your fuming face in the crowd— but pretends to.
Should he have said something to spare you the frustration? Probably.
Was his way more fun? Definitely.
Deadpool!Gojo has an innocent look but is internally giggling he’s dragged him by the collar to the alley behind the bar.
“Woah, easy with the threads, sugarplum. This stuff’s custom-made.”
“You absolute pain in my ass,” you growl, yanking his mask off to reveal his annoyingly attractive face.
His piercing blues glinted with mischief, a smirk playing at his lips, “Oh, sweetheart. if you wanted me in your ass, you could’ve just asked—“
“You had the artifact THE WHOLE TIME?!”
“Oh! Great twist, right? Did you see their faces? They were all ‘omg gojo! gojo’s so smart and cool, we love him! he deserves several blowjobs as thank you! and I volunteer to be first! no, I volunteer. no I voluntee—‘“
“SHUT. UP! You made me think we FAILED, asshole! You humiliated me in front of everyone, you insufferable, selfish, reckless, piece of—“
“Oh sweet, I love a good hate-fuck prelude.”
You surge forward, crashing your lips against his, effectively silencing whatever bullshit would leave his mouth next.
Deadpool!Gojo is speechless when he suddenly finds you on your knees, his cock halfway down your throat, and has to physically fight from cumming too quickly—your loud, wet sucks and gags not helping the fight at all.
Deadpool!Gojo has extreeemely sensitive balls and is a congenital yapper. Not a good combo for when the person sucking his dick is also someone who thinks of ripping out his larynx every time he opens his mouth.
He groans, letting his head fall back against the brick wall, fingers fisting in your hair for support. True to his nature, he tries and fails to keep composure with sarcastic quips, “Ah, there’s my thank you blowjob. Cuz’ I was beginning to wonder— ngh!”
He doubles over with a choked gasp, his cock jerking in your mouth when he feels your teeth graze the sensitive vein along the underside—deliberate and warning. The message in your eyes was crystal clear: Shut up or I will bite.
And he wisely obliged. For about ten seconds before—
“If you’re hah- trying to get me to ngh- apologize for the mission, you sure picked a hnghh- h-hell of a way, babe. s-shit- i did technically save your ass, y’know- oh wait no- not the balls- they’re sensitive- seriously, anything but the balls- wait wait don’t— fuck! shit! fuckshitfuckshitfuuuuuuckkkkk!”
He spills down your throat embarrassingly fast, his chest heaving, throat catching on a half-choked moan, “Ah- hah- t-t-told you- *cough*—“
But it’s fine because the sight of you gulping down every drop of his cum has him immediately hard again.
Deadpool!Gojo eats you out like a man starved— on his knees in the back of your Honda Odyssey, of all places.
Not that he’s complaining. He’s quite happy to be suffocating between your thighs, his nose buried deep in your pussy folds, licking and slurping like it’s his last meal. (mf the type to go “nom nom” or “gobble gobble” or sum shit while eating kitty)
The most pathetic whimpers and mewls leave him as he aches to touch his cock, which is dripping leaky faucet, globules of precum bubbling at the tip, but he can’t— courtesy of you tying his hands behind his back.
He’s also a messy eater, slobbering and drooling all over your clit like a rabid animal. At one point, he tries to motorboat your pussy, the man is unhinged.
And somehow, even with a mouth full of pussy, he’s still.
fucking.
talking.
“Mmh- fuck you taste so sweet- *lick* pussy’s so delicious- *suck* could eat you all night- mmmh- shit you gettin’ close? yeah yeah cum for me, baby- cum on my tongue, pretty please? squirt all over my face with this pretty lil cunny- mmh pleas—“
You cringe. Christ, his dirty talk sucks. You’ll have to fix that for next time—
Next time? Why the hell were you thinking of a next time?
On the brink of orgasm, you tighten your grip in his hair, yanking hard enough to make him groan, “God- ngh- do you ever stop talking?”
In frustration, you forcefully buck into his mouth, hoping to shut him up. Jokes on you though. That just made him cum.
Hands-free.
Just from eating you out.
He shudders, a choked moan ripping from his throat as hot, thick ropes of cum shoot out onto the backseat carpet.
He doesn’t let up, however, making sure to take you over the edge with him, tongue-fucking you through your high and his own. Your gasps and moans are sweet music to his ears, your clit pulsing against his tongue as you drench his face.
And still, he doesn’t stop. He slurps up your juices, his tongue invading every crevice of your cunt, greedy for every last saccharine drop.
God, he fucking loves your pussy.
Deadpool!Gojo cries and whines like a bitch while you ride him into oblivion.
His blue eyes are locked onto your bouncing tits, pupils blown wide in awe. He’s drooling, hands roaming aimlessly—gripping your love handles, palming your ass, cupping your breasts—unable to decide where to settle.
God, he wishes he had more hands.
Your pussy is heaven to him. Hot, wet walls squeeze his cock like they were made to ruin him. It’s so good, so unbelievably good, his vision blurs with tears.
You’re so fucking beautiful.
So so so beautiful…
THWOP!
And so fucking cruel.
THWOP!
You slam down on his cock with a cruel force, the skin of your ass slapping against his thighs.
THWOP! THWOP!
The lewd schlick-schlick’s of your pussy swallowing him echoes in his ears, mingling with his breathless, broken moans.
He’d be well past his fifth orgasm by now—if you weren’t such a sadistic, heartless bitch who hates happiness.
…his words.
Because for the past hour or so, you’ve been fucking him like his dick owes you money, always stopping right as he’s about to cum.
Like right now.
You hover over his swollen tip, eyeing him smugly. He’s a mess. Flushed cheeks, damp lashes, glassy azure eyes pleading up at you.
Oh, but the real sight is what’s below— his cock twitches desperately, every individual vein begging for friction. His balls? Overloaded. Heavy. Drawn tight. Concerningly big. How the fuck does he still have cum left to give?
Gojo swears you hold his life in your hands. If you didn’t let him cum right now, he’s pretty sure he’ll die.
Pride shattered and dignity obliterated, he wails, voice cracking, “Hnghhh- fuck- OKAY! ALRIGHT! I’M SORRY! I’m sorry about the artifact! I thought you’d think it was cool—I was wrong! I’m sorry for humiliating you, I’m sorry I’m a dumb fucking cock-for-brains idiot who only thinks with his dick— IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMFUCKINGSORRYYYY!!!”
His hips desperately rut upward, chasing the last bit of movement he needs to finally, finally cum. “Now please! Let me cum! I need to cum! I NEED TO CUM! PLEASE LET ME CUM! PLEASE, MOMMYYYY!”
You paused.
…did he just say Mommy?
Oh, he is gone.
You mentally file this moment away— prime blackmail material for the next time he gets smart with you.
For now, you’re content. You got what you wanted: an apology from the Merc with a Mouth and the pleasure of watching him fall apart.
A Cheshire grin curling your lips, you give a single, permitting nod—then slam down onto his cock, hard.
Gojo damn near ascends.
Deadpool!Gojo moans like a girl when he cums in the loudest, sluttiest, most pornographic way.
His eyes roll back, mouth falling open. His entire body convulses, back arching off the car seat, muscles locking up as the orgasm annihilates him.
He cums harder than he ever had, the air ripping from his lungs as he shoots his creamiest load yet. His cock pulses with every desperate burst of sticky, gooey seed—your gummy pink walls now sprayed white. His abs flex violently, spent, while your greedy pussy yanks him deeper, intent on milking him dry.
And then, the worst thing happens.
You keep moving.
Deadpool!Gojo pleads with you to stop fucking him, fully sobbing through the overstimulation.
It’s too much. His nerves are fried, he’s slowly going stupid. Hell, he just might be already. His cock is helplessly quivering inside you and his whole body’s shaking. Pearly tears slip down his cheeks as he begs you to stop moving on his cock.
He chokes on a sob before his cock pitifully spurts out another empty load.
Having had your fill of his miserable begging, you generously oblige. You dismount, lazily glancing back at the wonderful mess you made.
Deadpool!Gojo is left ruined, utterly destroyed after you’re done with him.
His head lolls to the side, tongue hanging out, drooling as he stares at nothing. His limbs shudder weakly, his cock now soft and limp, still giving the occasional pathetic shiver.
A stupid, cum-drunk grin stretches across his face as he meaninglessly babbles like an idiot, “c-cum… c-came… s’ m-much… ah… can’t f-feel my d-dick… love it… t-thank you…“
Gone is the bravado of the cocky, sharp-mouthed antihero.
Lying there, wrecked beneath you, is your broken little bitch—Satoru Gojo aka Deadpool.
a/n. women bullying men during sex>>> originally wrote this with hawks from mha in mind then realized he n gojo are the same person in different fonts. it was tough writing this tbh cuz i had to balance both personalities. i still think he ended up more gojo than dp anyway sighhh. i hope people like it and if you don’t, that’s ok but please be kind :)
uh wow, i didn’t expect people to read my post. or at least that many people. i really do appreciate all the likes, comments, and reblogs <3
this blog is gonna be a little all over the place, i wanna dip my toes into all kinds of writing as practice. I’m talking smaus, drabbles, imagines, fics, etc. i want to start taking requests but i think that’ll be later. for now, i’m gonna be using this place to post drabbles/fics i had in my notes + transfer fics from other places. i have a months-old deadpool!gojo imagine that i think i’ll post next, if anyone’s interested.
i’m still figuring out how to work things on here, i have very little clue as to what i’m doing, so i’d appreciate if people could be kind to me please.
i’m not very confident in my writing so i was overwhelmed by how many people read and liked it, so once again, thank you to everyone🫶
synopsis. cuckolding with ex-husband!gojo gone wrong! ft. geto
content warnings. not proofread, f!reader, jealous gojo, cuckolding, oral f!receiving, munch!geto, voyeurism, gojo's kinda toxic, gojo jorks it while his bestie eats his girl out, satosugu kinda(?) i mean they're both in it, slight mentions of angst(?), creative liberty taken to depict gojo’s powers very non canon, uhhhh amateur writing and kind of rushed at the end, idk how to do warnings
a/n. hi there! this is my first post on here and i'm still figuring out the ropes, aesthetic- and writing-wise. wrote this a while ago as a pt. 2 to a dilf!gojo drabble of mine. i wasn't satisfied enough with pt. 1 to post it yet, but you won’t really need that context to read this. might post pt. 1 depending on how well this does or if anyone wants it. but i'm an amateur writer so this might be pretty bad, sowwy. apologies in advance for badly written smut :'(
huge thank you/credit to @screampied for the aesthetic inspo & tutorial and for inspiring my writing as well, luv their blog
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
If you were to tell Satoru Gojo that, one day, he’d somehow convince his ex-wife to let him watch while she fucked his best friend, he’d say, “Duh. Of course I did.”
Because Satoru Gojo is the smartest, most competent man on the planet. He knows what he wants and gets what he wants. Always.
Just a few hours ago, he and you, his ex-wife, had mutually decided to get back together. "Mutually" meaning Satoru had gotten on his hands and knees and begged for forgiveness for an hour and a half (plus the last three years) before you relented to a truce. A temporary truce from all the animosity and bitterness you held towards him, which was enough for him.
Your ex-husband then proceeded to make up for the last few years you weren't together by fucking the ever-loving shit out of you.
Sure, he came before he could get his sweats off and nearly did again when your breasts spilled out of that sinful red gown you were wearing, but he couldn't help it. He loves you so much, he's just so happy to have you back in his life. And so. fucking. HORNY.
And now that 1. he has his goddess of an ex-wife back with him and 2. she's agreed to fulfill a long-time fantasy of his with an ex-friend, whom he may or may not have also imagined fucking, Satoru feels like he's won the sex lottery or something.
Well, okay, you two weren't really back together, "temporary truce" or whatever, and you and his friend hadn't really agreed to the same thing--- you were under the impression that you and Satoru would fuck while Suguru watched, not Satoru watching and fucking his fist while Suguru was tongue-deep in your cunt. But details schmetails. Everybody was having a good time, right? Most of all, him--- the smartest man on the planet.
As he adjusted himself on his chair, he smirked. Satoru Gojo, the strongest *and* the smartest, he thought.
He sat on a ridiculously expensive velvet-lined chair, manspreading in front of his ridiculously expensive king-size four-poster, furiously fisting his cock, which if it had to be priced would also be, yup, ridiculously expensive. Oh, but the view... *that* was priceless. You, his darling ex-wife, with your pretty pussy on display, while his ex-best friend sat on his knees, lapping at your clit as he jerked his own cock.
Satoru couldn't be more rock hard. His dick was certifiably diamond as he ran his hand along his throbbing veins, his thumb teasingly rubbing his angry, red tip. Every buttery moan that slipped from his ex-wife's lips, every grunt and twitch of Suguru's hips caused another tiny splurt of precum to ooze from Satoru's cockhole. His cerulean eyes widened as he watched you reach for Suguru's long locks, pulling the brunette deeper into your pussy with a forceful tug and practically suffocating him.
The action made your ex-husband let out a weak groan.
Oh fuckkkk. And he thinks he just got harder.
Man, he knew he was genius for coming up with this. The smartest, indeed.
Suguru moaned into your pussy, lewd squelches emanating from below with each suckle and lick. "Fuck, you taste so good, angel..." One hand on his cock, the other held you down as you writhed under him, eliciting a dark chuckle from the long-haired sorcerer, "That's right, arch your back for me. Juuust like that. Good girl."
Your weak little pants of "Ah! Suguru!" and "More, Suguru!" only served to stroke his ego as he brought the hand that was on his cock to slap your ravaged clit intermittently.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Each little strike had you twitching and whining, much to his amusement. "Hah- God, you sound like such a slut. *suck* This selfish pussy's worse than you, *spit* wetter than a waterfall and so eager for cock. Mngh- Who knew an angel like you could be so. Thwack! fucking. Thwack! Nasty. THWACK! " He punctuated each word with a harsher smack to your poor, abused clit.
Suguru moved the hand holding you down to dip two long fingers into your sopping heat, scissoring them while he devoured you. "So wet on my tongue, so tight around my fingers." Every word sent you reeling as you danced on his tongue, his large hand ceasing its assault on your clit to cup the curve of your ass. His fingers delved deeper into your pussy, curving in a come-hither motion to massage against your spongy g-spot. You yelp, your fingers in his hair gripped painfully to keep yourself sane.
Fuck, Suguru *thinks* he could cum hands-free from just this.
And fuuuck, Satoru just might cum, no matter what the fuck you do.
He pushed himself and gripped his base to keep from shamefully splattering cum like some horny teen. Satoru Gojo will not be embarrassed like this. He will NOT cum for the fifth time in under an hour since this all started like a dog in heat. He will not embarrass himself in front of his ex-wife after he just got you back, not really. He's the strongest. He's the smartest! And he definitely has more endurance and stamina than this, please believe him.
So, he'll resort to making smartass comments because he's going to cum soon, no, he's not affected at all.
"Hngh-" he groaned, slowing his strokes on his dick, and chuckled breathily, "You've sure got a mouth on you, Suguru. You're usually so mmgh- formal and polite. One taste of my wife's pussy and you lose composure, my friend?"
"Ex-wife," you hissed back, mid-moan, "Temporary ngh- truce."
"Ex-friend," Suguru growled, his tongue pausing briefly. "You're still a fucking dick.
"And shut the fuck up," you two said in unison.
Satoru rolled his eyes as you two snapped at him. This genius suggestion was his anyway, everyone was gonna get an orgasm out of this because of him, and not a "thank you" to be heard. Hmph. How ungrateful.
Instead, he focused on Satoru Jr., his not-so-little friend. The white-maned sorcerer let one hand glide along his length, occasionally coming down to tease his balls, which were heavy and eager to spurt cum. He kept a torturous pace, despite needing to cum so fucking badly, and purposefully prolonged his orgasm, wanting to cum at the same time when you'd cum in Suguru's mouth.
You moaned, clit throbbing under Suguru's touch, "F-fuck! Right there!" Suguru's tongue worked faster to bring you to the edge, your juices painting his face, "Mnah- Yes, ma'am. Gonna slurp this pussy up so good, angel. Mmm- Just how you like."
Satoru looked on at the two of you, shutting the fuck up as ordered but his mind was as loud as ever.
Yeah, yeaaahhh. Suck on her pussy good, Suguru. Mmmh, yeah, kiss around her clit, just like that, she fuckin' loves that shit.
Your thighs started to shudder, signaling your impending orgasm. "Ah, S-Suguru! 'm c-close!" Suguru crooned back at you, "Yeah, angel? *suck* Gonna cum for me, *lick* sweet girl?"
S-shit, 'm close t-too. Can't f-fucking hold- ngh- any longer- fuck-
You nodded quickly, your body heating up as the coil in your stomach was pulled tight, "Ah- yes! F-feels so g-good! Ongh-"
Ah- she looks- fuck, so fucking hot, fuck fuck fuck!
A cocky grin painted Suguru's mouth as he started to maneuver himself up onto the bed, holding your thighs close to him so he could still lap at you, "Yeah? Ohhh Say my fucking name, angel.*spit* Who's making you feel this good? *SUCK* Who's gonna fuck you good tonight?"
Ngh, f-fuck- wait what-
His hand staggers.
Your mind was going fuzzy, focusing on only the pleasure as the words tumbled out of you, “Y-you are, Suguru! God, m-making me feel soooo gooood!”
Ah- wait, what did he just say-
Suguru growled, giving your clit a last nibble before letting his fingers take over, “I can’t believe I get to fuck your pretty pussy tonight. Thank you, angel.”
Wait- hold on- that’s not what we discuss- uh y-yellow- guys, yellow-
You mewled, your words devolving into nearly incoherent babbles at this point, “Mnh! Mmh! Yes, f-f-fuck me! Wan’ you- only you to f-fuck me-! F-finally!”
Finally? ok, the fuck- red- RED-
Suguru licked his lips clean of your slick and smirked, his digits working at your pulsing nub, “Who does this pussy belong to, huh? Whose is it? Fucking say it.”
Satoru’s unbelieving ears perked up at that, his hand now completely still on his leaking cock. The remnants of pleasure were present but were mere embers compared to the blaze from before. His eyes shot to you, nervously awaiting your response.
RED. RED. RED RED RED RED RED-
Mmh no- fuck- she fucking wouldn’t-
The thought was interrupted by your pleasure-drunk whine, “You, Suguru! My pussy belongs to you! Only you!”
Satoru’s face dropped, his blue eyes dangerously darkened as the muscles in his jaw clenched. Oh,
Hell.
Fucking.
NO.
Suguru was moving his cock towards your pussy, wanting to shove it in last moment, wanting you to cum just as he put it in.
Pearly tears lined your eyes that were rolling back into your head, your vision going white with pleasure.
There… there… nearly there… The white light got bigger… or was it blue? purple maybe? Closer… closer… right there and—
***BOOM!!!***
You felt a rush of wind as your orgasm was rudely ripped from you. Suddenly, your ex-husband’s penthouse suite felt a lot more breezier than you remembered.
Your eyes fluttered open, hazily taking in your surroundings before landing on a red-faced, heavily breathing Satoru. He was standing at the foot of the bed, his entire body tense and straight.
He had his thumb, index, and middle finger pointed outwards like he’d just…
Your eyes widened, head snapping to the source of the wind to see that the entire left wall of the bedroom was gone… and so was Suguru.
Your eyes snapped to your ex-husband as you sputtered, “Did you just Hollow Purple your best friend?!”
“Ex-best friend,” Satoru cleared his throat and cracked his neck, “And no, I just gave him a gentle nudge out the door.”
Your jaw tightened, “Out the window, you mean.”
“Same thing—“
“You could’ve leveled the city, you could’ve killed him—“
“It was hardly 10 percent and targeted, he can handle it and so can the city—“
“Satoru—“
“I’m sure he’s still flying… or falling, either one—“
“Satoru—“
“First, he dates my wife then tries to fuck her? Yeah, right—“
“Satoru—“
“Yeah, yeah, still ex-wife. I know-“
“SATORU-“
“FUCK, WHAT?”
“His clothes. You sent the man flying out the window, butt-naked.”
“…”
“And I’d do it again.”
You rolled your eyes hard, “You don’t get to say that- Seriously, what the hell? You asked him to come over!”
Ignoring your scolding, Satoru crawled onto the bed and buried his face in your chest. He let out a low whine, looking up at you from between your breasts like a pouting child would, “Your pussy belongs to me, right?”
You blinked, a groan of realization escaping you. Fucking hell, your ex-husband was such a damn baby. You huffed, reasonably upset that you didn’t get to cum, all because of your ex-husband’s jealousy over something he wanted in the first fucking place.
“Satoru Gojo, you’re the dumbest man on this planet.”
His lips curved into a smirk before he’s suddenly flipped you over on the bed. His hand landed on your ass with a resounding smack! and you felt him lining his cock at your entrance. Just as he was about to push in, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Then let me hit you with that dumb dick.”
synopsis. cuckolding with ex-husband!gojo gone wrong! ft. geto
content warnings. not proofread, f!reader, jealous gojo, cuckolding, oral f!receiving, munch!geto, voyeurism, gojo's kinda toxic, gojo jorks it while his bestie eats his girl out, satosugu kinda(?) i mean they're both in it, slight mentions of angst(?), creative liberty taken to depict gojo’s powers very non canon, uhhhh amateur writing and kind of rushed at the end, idk how to do warnings
a/n. hi there! this is my first post on here and i'm still figuring out the ropes, aesthetic- and writing-wise. wrote this a while ago as a pt. 2 to a dilf!gojo drabble of mine. i wasn't satisfied enough with pt. 1 to post it yet, but you won’t really need that context to read this. might post pt. 1 depending on how well this does or if anyone wants it. but i'm an amateur writer so this might be pretty bad, sowwy. apologies in advance for badly written smut :'(
huge thank you/credit to @screampied for the aesthetic inspo & tutorial and for inspiring my writing as well, luv their blog
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
If you were to tell Satoru Gojo that, one day, he’d somehow convince his ex-wife to let him watch while she fucked his best friend, he’d say, “Duh. Of course I did.”
Because Satoru Gojo is the smartest, most competent man on the planet. He knows what he wants and gets what he wants. Always.
Just a few hours ago, he and you, his ex-wife, had mutually decided to get back together. "Mutually" meaning Satoru had gotten on his hands and knees and begged for forgiveness for an hour and a half (plus the last three years) before you relented to a truce. A temporary truce from all the animosity and bitterness you held towards him, which was enough for him.
Your ex-husband then proceeded to make up for the last few years you weren't together by fucking the ever-loving shit out of you.
Sure, he came before he could get his sweats off and nearly did again when your breasts spilled out of that sinful red gown you were wearing, but he couldn't help it. He loves you so much, he's just so happy to have you back in his life. And so. fucking. HORNY.
And now that 1. he has his goddess of an ex-wife back with him and 2. she's agreed to fulfill a long-time fantasy of his with an ex-friend, whom he may or may not have also imagined fucking, Satoru feels like he's won the sex lottery or something.
Well, okay, you two weren't really back together, "temporary truce" or whatever, and you and his friend hadn't really agreed to the same thing--- you were under the impression that you and Satoru would fuck while Suguru watched, not Satoru watching and fucking his fist while Suguru was tongue-deep in your cunt. But details schmetails. Everybody was having a good time, right? Most of all, him--- the smartest man on the planet.
As he adjusted himself on his chair, he smirked. Satoru Gojo, the strongest *and* the smartest, he thought.
He sat on a ridiculously expensive velvet-lined chair, manspreading in front of his ridiculously expensive king-size four-poster, furiously fisting his cock, which if it had to be priced would also be, yup, ridiculously expensive. Oh, but the view... *that* was priceless. You, his darling ex-wife, with your pretty pussy on display, while his ex-best friend sat on his knees, lapping at your clit as he jerked his own cock.
Satoru couldn't be more rock hard. His dick was certifiably diamond as he ran his hand along his throbbing veins, his thumb teasingly rubbing his angry, red tip. Every buttery moan that slipped from his ex-wife's lips, every grunt and twitch of Suguru's hips caused another tiny splurt of precum to ooze from Satoru's cockhole. His cerulean eyes widened as he watched you reach for Suguru's long locks, pulling the brunette deeper into your pussy with a forceful tug and practically suffocating him.
The action made your ex-husband let out a weak groan.
Oh fuckkkk. And he thinks he just got harder.
Man, he knew he was genius for coming up with this. The smartest, indeed.
Suguru moaned into your pussy, lewd squelches emanating from below with each suckle and lick. "Fuck, you taste so good, angel..." One hand on his cock, the other held you down as you writhed under him, eliciting a dark chuckle from the long-haired sorcerer, "That's right, arch your back for me. Juuust like that. Good girl."
Your weak little pants of "Ah! Suguru!" and "More, Suguru!" only served to stroke his ego as he brought the hand that was on his cock to slap your ravaged clit intermittently.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Each little strike had you twitching and whining, much to his amusement. "Hah- God, you sound like such a slut. *suck* This selfish pussy's worse than you, *spit* wetter than a waterfall and so eager for cock. Mngh- Who knew an angel like you could be so. Thwack! fucking. Thwack! Nasty. THWACK! " He punctuated each word with a harsher smack to your poor, abused clit.
Suguru moved the hand holding you down to dip two long fingers into your sopping heat, scissoring them while he devoured you. "So wet on my tongue, so tight around my fingers." Every word sent you reeling as you danced on his tongue, his large hand ceasing its assault on your clit to cup the curve of your ass. His fingers delved deeper into your pussy, curving in a come-hither motion to massage against your spongy g-spot. You yelp, your fingers in his hair gripped painfully to keep yourself sane.
Fuck, Suguru *thinks* he could cum hands-free from just this.
And fuuuck, Satoru just might cum, no matter what the fuck you do.
He pushed himself and gripped his base to keep from shamefully splattering cum like some horny teen. Satoru Gojo will not be embarrassed like this. He will NOT cum for the fifth time in under an hour since this all started like a dog in heat. He will not embarrass himself in front of his ex-wife after he just got you back, not really. He's the strongest. He's the smartest! And he definitely has more endurance and stamina than this, please believe him.
So, he'll resort to making smartass comments because he's going to cum soon, no, he's not affected at all.
"Hngh-" he groaned, slowing his strokes on his dick, and chuckled breathily, "You've sure got a mouth on you, Suguru. You're usually so mmgh- formal and polite. One taste of my wife's pussy and you lose composure, my friend?"
"Ex-wife," you hissed back, mid-moan, "Temporary ngh- truce."
"Ex-friend," Suguru growled, his tongue pausing briefly. "You're still a fucking dick.
"And shut the fuck up," you two said in unison.
Satoru rolled his eyes as you two snapped at him. This genius suggestion was his anyway, everyone was gonna get an orgasm out of this because of him, and not a "thank you" to be heard. Hmph. How ungrateful.
Instead, he focused on Satoru Jr., his not-so-little friend. The white-maned sorcerer let one hand glide along his length, occasionally coming down to tease his balls, which were heavy and eager to spurt cum. He kept a torturous pace, despite needing to cum so fucking badly, and purposefully prolonged his orgasm, wanting to cum at the same time when you'd cum in Suguru's mouth.
You moaned, clit throbbing under Suguru's touch, "F-fuck! Right there!" Suguru's tongue worked faster to bring you to the edge, your juices painting his face, "Mnah- Yes, ma'am. Gonna slurp this pussy up so good, angel. Mmm- Just how you like."
Satoru looked on at the two of you, shutting the fuck up as ordered but his mind was as loud as ever.
Yeah, yeaaahhh. Suck on her pussy good, Suguru. Mmmh, yeah, kiss around her clit, just like that, she fuckin' loves that shit.
Your thighs started to shudder, signaling your impending orgasm. "Ah, S-Suguru! 'm c-close!" Suguru crooned back at you, "Yeah, angel? *suck* Gonna cum for me, *lick* sweet girl?"
S-shit, 'm close t-too. Can't f-fucking hold- ngh- any longer- fuck-
You nodded quickly, your body heating up as the coil in your stomach was pulled tight, "Ah- yes! F-feels so g-good! Ongh-"
Ah- she looks- fuck, so fucking hot, fuck fuck fuck!
A cocky grin painted Suguru's mouth as he started to maneuver himself up onto the bed, holding your thighs close to him so he could still lap at you, "Yeah? Ohhh Say my fucking name, angel.*spit* Who's making you feel this good? *SUCK* Who's gonna fuck you good tonight?"
Ngh, f-fuck- wait what-
His hand staggers.
Your mind was going fuzzy, focusing on only the pleasure as the words tumbled out of you, “Y-you are, Suguru! God, m-making me feel soooo gooood!”
Ah- wait, what did he just say-
Suguru growled, giving your clit a last nibble before letting his fingers take over, “I can’t believe I get to fuck your pretty pussy tonight. Thank you, angel.”
Wait- hold on- that’s not what we discuss- uh y-yellow- guys, yellow-
You mewled, your words devolving into nearly incoherent babbles at this point, “Mnh! Mmh! Yes, f-f-fuck me! Wan’ you- only you to f-fuck me-! F-finally!”
Finally? ok, the fuck- red- RED-
Suguru licked his lips clean of your slick and smirked, his digits working at your pulsing nub, “Who does this pussy belong to, huh? Whose is it? Fucking say it.”
Satoru’s unbelieving ears perked up at that, his hand now completely still on his leaking cock. The remnants of pleasure were present but were mere embers compared to the blaze from before. His eyes shot to you, nervously awaiting your response.
RED. RED. RED RED RED RED RED-
Mmh no- fuck- she fucking wouldn’t-
The thought was interrupted by your pleasure-drunk whine, “You, Suguru! My pussy belongs to you! Only you!”
Satoru’s face dropped, his blue eyes dangerously darkened as the muscles in his jaw clenched. Oh,
Hell.
Fucking.
NO.
Suguru was moving his cock towards your pussy, wanting to shove it in last moment, wanting you to cum just as he put it in.
Pearly tears lined your eyes that were rolling back into your head, your vision going white with pleasure.
There… there… nearly there… The white light got bigger… or was it blue? purple maybe? Closer… closer… right there and—
***BOOM!!!***
You felt a rush of wind as your orgasm was rudely ripped from you. Suddenly, your ex-husband’s penthouse suite felt a lot more breezier than you remembered.
Your eyes fluttered open, hazily taking in your surroundings before landing on a red-faced, heavily breathing Satoru. He was standing at the foot of the bed, his entire body tense and straight.
He had his thumb, index, and middle finger pointed outwards like he’d just…
Your eyes widened, head snapping to the source of the wind to see that the entire left wall of the bedroom was gone… and so was Suguru.
Your eyes snapped to your ex-husband as you sputtered, “Did you just Hollow Purple your best friend?!”
“Ex-best friend,” Satoru cleared his throat and cracked his neck, “And no, I just gave him a gentle nudge out the door.”
Your jaw tightened, “Out the window, you mean.”
“Same thing—“
“You could’ve leveled the city, you could’ve killed him—“
“It was hardly 10 percent and targeted, he can handle it and so can the city—“
“Satoru—“
“I’m sure he’s still flying… or falling, either one—“
“Satoru—“
“First, he dates my wife then tries to fuck her? Yeah, right—“
“Satoru—“
“Yeah, yeah, still ex-wife. I know-“
“SATORU-“
“FUCK, WHAT?”
“His clothes. You sent the man flying out the window, butt-naked.”
“…”
“And I’d do it again.”
You rolled your eyes hard, “You don’t get to say that- Seriously, what the hell? You asked him to come over!”
Ignoring your scolding, Satoru crawled onto the bed and buried his face in your chest. He let out a low whine, looking up at you from between your breasts like a pouting child would, “Your pussy belongs to me, right?”
You blinked, a groan of realization escaping you. Fucking hell, your ex-husband was such a damn baby. You huffed, reasonably upset that you didn’t get to cum, all because of your ex-husband’s jealousy over something he wanted in the first fucking place.
“Satoru Gojo, you’re the dumbest man on this planet.”
His lips curved into a smirk before he’s suddenly flipped you over on the bed. His hand landed on your ass with a resounding smack! and you felt him lining his cock at your entrance. Just as he was about to push in, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Then let me hit you with that dumb dick.”
